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Well, that was...unpleasant! I usually can read a 352 page novel in two to three days... this took me a tortuous ten, as on several occasions I looked at the book and just had no interest in reading any of it. I was sorely tempted to DNF it, but as a Booker completest, I rallied myself to get through. I'm going to disappoint some by not giving this one of my infamous parodic takedown reviews, but I am going to have to pass, since this book not only sapped my creative juices, but at several points, my will to live.
Others have bizarrely mentioned how funny this is, but I can only assume they find cancer, boils, and diarrhea equally hilarious. The non-plot barely contains enough incidents to hang a very short story upon, and Burns' going on and on and on about virtually nothing... and then repeating herself once again for page after page after page with no paragraph breaks, made me think she must be getting paid by the word.
At page 180, I mentioned this was reminding me of Proust (whose magnum opus I spent 8 miserable months reading in 1981 - up until now probably my most distressing reading experience) - and NOT in a good way. And on p. 231, she indeed mentions dear Marcel, so I am assuming she was attempting to outdo him in loquacious nonsensical verbiage with no payoffs.
So 1/2 a star for my unmasking her nefarious scheme ... and another 1/2 star for the gorgeous cover.... it's going at the bottom of this year's Booker rankings (... at least 'Snap' had characters with more than a single dimension ... and a plot!).
PS...so, of course, as in 3 out of the past 5 years, my 13th ranked out of 13 from the Booker longlist has taken the prize... but at least in previous years I found SOMETHING to admire in those winners... this year? Zippo! Nada! Doo-dah! This may be one of the most boring, depressing, dispiriting books ever put to paper!
PPS: I am still puzzled/amused at the continued hoopla about this piece of shite by its myriad cult-like followers, who persist in clogging my feed day after day, all trying to outdo one another in their effusive encomiums. I have now coined a new term to describe such: 'Literary Circle Jerk'. Drink the Kool Aid, kiddos!
PPPS: So apparently this is the unkillable novel, having now also inexplicably won the National Book Critics Circle Award. And newly longlisted for the IMPAC (Dublin Literary Award)! I STILL won't concede that there is ANYTHING worthy in this mess, and would suggest that some horrid mass hypnosis is sweeping the book awards.
Others have bizarrely mentioned how funny this is, but I can only assume they find cancer, boils, and diarrhea equally hilarious. The non-plot barely contains enough incidents to hang a very short story upon, and Burns' going on and on and on about virtually nothing... and then repeating herself once again for page after page after page with no paragraph breaks, made me think she must be getting paid by the word.
At page 180, I mentioned this was reminding me of Proust (whose magnum opus I spent 8 miserable months reading in 1981 - up until now probably my most distressing reading experience) - and NOT in a good way. And on p. 231, she indeed mentions dear Marcel, so I am assuming she was attempting to outdo him in loquacious nonsensical verbiage with no payoffs.
So 1/2 a star for my unmasking her nefarious scheme ... and another 1/2 star for the gorgeous cover.... it's going at the bottom of this year's Booker rankings (... at least 'Snap' had characters with more than a single dimension ... and a plot!).
PS...so, of course, as in 3 out of the past 5 years, my 13th ranked out of 13 from the Booker longlist has taken the prize... but at least in previous years I found SOMETHING to admire in those winners... this year? Zippo! Nada! Doo-dah! This may be one of the most boring, depressing, dispiriting books ever put to paper!
PPS: I am still puzzled/amused at the continued hoopla about this piece of shite by its myriad cult-like followers, who persist in clogging my feed day after day, all trying to outdo one another in their effusive encomiums. I have now coined a new term to describe such: 'Literary Circle Jerk'. Drink the Kool Aid, kiddos!
PPPS: So apparently this is the unkillable novel, having now also inexplicably won the National Book Critics Circle Award. And newly longlisted for the IMPAC (Dublin Literary Award)! I STILL won't concede that there is ANYTHING worthy in this mess, and would suggest that some horrid mass hypnosis is sweeping the book awards.
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"This is reminding me of Proust - and not in a good way. By that, I mean it takes 20 pages of navel-gazing nonsensical verbiage to say next to NOTHING!!! It is inert to the point of numbness, ... if it wasn't for the fact I've made it to the halfway point and it's Booker nominated, I'd DNF it. At least Snap had a plot and characters... this is just unending torture. It's going at the bottom of my rankings"
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... and the OTHER half point is actually not for Burns either, but for the book designer! :-) I should raise it another half point though, for the 'walking-while-reading' conceit, since I plead guilty to that as well!

In terms of the comparison with Proust while I felt they are equally dense Proust was far more interesting. I just loved Odette.

I find it funny though that some people (not you!) seem to miss that this behavior needs to be seen in the general context of the protagonist ignoring her surroundings, of trying to opt out of the conflict surrounding her, of staying out of her own maybe-life - I feel like some readers just thought it's super quirky and didn't see the sadness behind it in the case of the protagonist.


Yet you still gave it 4 stars?!! I intensely disliked the animal abuse also, but have enumerated my objections to that in other works ad nauseum, so felt like I was (pardon the expression) beating a dead horse. And I wasn't sure if the whole thing with maybe-boyfriend and chef was latent homophobia or not, so let that go too. But my main objection was to the absurdly ornate, repetitious and lengthy sentences/paragraphs ... and the fact it was just plain BORING!


Thanks for the head's up since I just started the Gunaratne.


Than..."
Its actually a remarkably similar story, ie mixed up in "tit for tat" violence - in this case a group of Teddy Boys use their dogs to attack immigrants who strike back by hanging one of the dogs (if I remember it correctly).


In fact opting out of the entire 20th century - as she is very clear that she only reads 19th century books, as a protest against the violence that surrounds her.




Well, I hope you have more success with it than I did... I always cringe when people take MY word for a book's worth... MANY GR friends just loved it ... and more power to them!
I rarely give one star, as even the most execrable book must have SOMETHING worthy about it, if it gets published.... but this was sheer unmitigated torture to get through... so couldn't even muster enough enthusiasm for that extra star!


If it's any consolation, Sellout, Narrow Road and Seven Killings were ALL also at the bottom of my rankings in the respective years THEY won.... so if my 'jinx' holds out, you might be looking at a Milkman win! :-)



Oh no This may sap my resolve to finish Mad and Furious City.

It is a stunning cover though, to be sure.




My GR buddy Lee tried the audio book after two failed attempts at reading the damn thing... and said it was pretty disheartening also (I'm paraphrasing). The only thing that would make me even attempt the audio is as a cure for my insomnia! :-)



